Qingyuan Immortal Palace

"Spare my life, Immortal Guanglie doesn't want it..."

The Muxia clan leader covered his ears, fell to the ground and begged frantically for mercy.

Many Lingya clan members were trembling with fear.

They have seen the methods of Immortal Guanglie.

Once, the elder of a tribe just said something that dissatisfied him, and he actually killed all the people in that tribe, including the newly born babies.

The viciousness of his methods is well-known far and wide.

Almost hearing his name, the children here will be so scared that they dare not cry at night.

"Mu Xia, do you think you can avoid my eyes and ears by hiding some young bastard tribesmen in the caves of Diecui Mountain?"

"Do you think I didn't know that you hid the Snake Flower secretly and colluded with foreign monks?"

The golden elixir monk named Guang Lie looked fiercely at Mu Xia and many Lingya clan members.

He seemed to be looking at the disobedient pigs and dogs he raised, and he seemed to be planning to kill them immediately.

When Fang Yang heard this, he felt a little confused.

It only took an hour or two for the Muxia clan leader to see him, but Luo Yunshan actually knew about it.

Moreover, Jindan monks were sent here.

Then there is only one explanation for this situation - there may be a traitor in the Lingya clan.

Or someone was given the soul seed and controlled.

That's why he sent a message to Luo Yunshan as soon as possible.

"I'm afraid Luo Yunshan also values ​​this snake flower very much!" Fang Yang was secretly frightened.

"I'm afraid Luo Yunshan doesn't know that this thing is the rare ancient calamity grass, but he also discovered other wonderful uses of this spiritual grass!"

"That's why we attach great importance to this kind of spiritual grass, and we must use any means to control the Lingya clan members who are good at rock climbing and collecting this kind of spiritual grass!"

Fang Yang was thoughtful and saw the secret in an instant.

"Immortal Guanglie, Mu Xia doesn't dare to deceive you."

"Those tribesmen went to Diecui Mountain to practice rock climbing. They definitely didn't intend to hide it..."

Chief Muxia said while crying.

"Hmph...I still want to quibble!"

Taoist Guanglie took out a spirit beast bag and shook it on the ground. In an instant, more than a dozen young Lingya clan members rolled out of it.

Although these teenagers are not very old, they are all strong and have dark muscles on their bodies.

It seems that they are all elite descendants deliberately cultivated by the Lingya tribe.

The Muxia clan leader's face turned earth-colored when he saw the captured clan members.

He knew that Taoist Guanglie was determined to kill and he might go on a killing spree, and he couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart.

Chief Muxia seemed to have aged ten years all of a sudden.

"Immortal Guanglie, please spare us, they are all children, they are all children..."

"Hahaha, kid? In my eyes, these brats are just farmed animals!"

"Today I will cut you and other lowly embryos into minced meat with a wind blade, and then feed them to the monsters... Hahaha..."

In the eyes of Taoist Guanglie, these Lingya clan members were probably pigs and dogs, so his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

At the same time, Taoist Guang Lie deliberately exuded the powerful aura of the Golden Pill cultivator and pressed in the direction where Fang Yang and the others were.

Because Fang Yang and He Dong used secret methods this time to conceal their cultivation to the middle and late stages of foundation building.

Therefore, Taoist Guanglie could not see their cultivation, thinking that they were just some foundation-building monks passing by, and did not pay much attention to them.

But by torturing and killing the Lingya clansmen like this, he was killing a chicken to show the monkeys.

"You bastards of the Lingya clan, how dare you collude with outsiders and give away the spiritual grass that originally belonged to me, Luo Yunshan!"

"Hmph, you are getting bolder and bolder. Today there are just two foundation-building monks here. Do you think they can make decisions for you?"

Taoist Guanglie criticized Sang and Huai, and looked at Fang Yang and others' reactions from time to time, but what they showed was extremely arrogant.

They thought that monks like Fang Yang who were willing to deal with mortals were mostly ordinary cultivators with no power or background.

So he had no scruples at all and insulted him wantonly.

"This monk from Luo Yun Mountain kills a chicken and treats me like a monkey!" Fang Yang raised the corner of his mouth slightly and calmly watched what happened.

He knew that Taoist Guang Lie was so vicious today, probably because of his arrival and wanted to give him and He Dong a three-way blow.

In this way, the control over the Lingya clan and nearby areas will become stronger.

"Please, God, please don't..."

The Muxia clan leader knocked his scalp until his scalp bled, and his gray hair was stained with blood, making him look even more miserable.

"Grandpa, if you don't ask them, these people are worse than the beasts in the mountains. The worst they can do is die!"

A young man from the Lingya Tribe who was full of energy roared angrily.

He looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, with very smart eyes, but he showed a determined expression.

"Saro, don't talk nonsense, kneel down quickly, kneel down quickly, and let the immortal spare you!"

Chief Muxia cried and said: "Immortal Guanglie, I only have this one grandson, go around him, you kill me..."

Mu Xialao said with tears streaming down his face.

"Hahaha, do you know how to beg for mercy? You pigs and dogs in the mountains, if I don't give you some advice, you won't be honest with me, and you still want to beg for mercy!"

Taoist Guang Lie raised his head and shot the wind blade at the young man named Salo.

"Pfft..." sound.

A piece of Salo's flesh was cut off by the wind blade, and blood gushed out.

Obviously, Taoist Guanglie wanted to kill him with one knife.

However, Salo insisted and cursed: "You beasts will not die a good death."

Seeing Salo's determined look, Fang Yang's heart moved.

Such an expression suddenly reminded him of his past self.

At this time, Salo stared at Guanglie with his big eyes.

A Foundation Establishment disciple behind Taoist Guanglie laughed loudly: "This dead dog dares to hate us with its eyes. It would be good to dig out these tricks and drink them, hahahaha..."

"Then dig it!" Taoist Guang Lie had a sinister look on his face!

The foundation-building monk received the agreement and was very happy. He felt that it was his chance to show off. He immediately released a wind blade and dug out Salo's eyes.

The Muxia clan leader wanted to rush over to save his grandson, but he was already blasted several feet away by a blast of energy and was dying.

"Hmph..." Fang Yang was really angry this time.

When he was young, he encountered almost the same scene, and he felt sad for a moment.

I am extremely angry at the tyranny, ruthlessness and cruelty of monk Luo Yunshan.

He Dong on the side was already gnashing his teeth. If Fang Yang hadn't pulled him, he would have taken action long ago.

"Boom..."

Suddenly, the foundation-building disciple who just wanted to gouge out Salo's eyes was inexplicably bombarded by a powerful true energy.

They flew out like kites with broken strings.

"Well..." Taoist Guang Lie didn't notice Fang Yang and the others taking action. He thought that Fang Yang was just an ordinary mid- to late-stage foundation-building monk who didn't pay much attention to them.

But he didn't expect that Fang Yang and the others would dare to take action. He immediately said angrily: "Who are you? How dare you go against me, Luo Yunshan?"

Guang Lie roared angrily. He was good at sonic attacks. His roar was like thunder and struck Fang Yang.

"What the hell are you! Louder than your voice, right?"

This time it was Fang Yang's turn to get angry, and Fang Yang also roared suddenly.

When he was fighting with the Supreme Elder of the Bihai Qingtian Sect, he had witnessed the terrifying sonic attack launched by the opponent using the Bihai Qingtian Flute made from Kui Niu horn.

At that time, he had used "Pictures of Stealing the Sky" to understand the secrets contained in sonic attacks.

At this time, Yihou naturally used the sonic attack he had learned.

"Your... thing is... a thing! It's louder than the sound, right..."

Fang Yang's roar was like thunder striking Taoist Guanglie's head.

Guang Lie's sonic attack was instantly eliminated in front of Fang Yang.

At the same time, he felt as if his big head had been hit hard several times with a sledgehammer.

A splitting headache made him scream wildly.

But the many foundation-building monks behind Guang Lie didn't feel anything special.

Obviously, because Fang Yang had stolen the sonic attack method, he had been able to control the sonic attack so well that he severely injured Guang Lie without hurting anyone else.

This shows that Fang Yang's musical attack method is already very superb.

"Wow..." Taoist Guanglie spit out a pool of blood.

At this time, he no longer had the arrogance as before but stared at Fang Yang and He Dong with a cold, wolf-like look and asked.

"Who are you two bastards? How dare you be enemies with me, Luo Yunshan? Aren't you afraid that we, Luo Yunshan, will strangle you?"

At this time, Taoist Guanglie had not seen the cultivation level of Fang Yang and the others, thinking that they were only practicing the secret method of sonic attack, and that he was only accidentally attacked by them because of his unawareness.

"Is Luo Yunshan great?" Fang Yang asked with a nonchalant look.

"No matter how powerful Luo Yunshan is, he shouldn't bully mortals like this. I would like to see your Luo Yunshan's methods to see if you, Luo Yunshan, have those methods as you said." Fang Yang said lightly.

"You...how dare you be so disrespectful to us, Luo Yunshan, you are dead, you are dead..."

Not only Daoist Guanglie, but also the many disciples of Luo Yunshan behind him were tearing their teeth apart, as if they wanted to bite Fang Yang to death, but Fang Yang seemed to be invisible and still looked indifferent.

"Go to hell!" Taoist Guang Lie shouted and spit out a flying sword from his mouth.

This thing flew out of his mouth and instantly transformed into a white-lighting tiger that rushed towards Fang Yang.

This white light tiger is lifelike, very fast, and has sword energy coming out of its whole body, making it look very sharp.

If Fang Yang was really a Foundation Establishment monk, it would be very difficult for even a peak Foundation Establishment monk to escape the strangulation of this sword.

"Huh?" Fang Yang was quite puzzled when he saw such a treasure, "It's really interesting that it can be transformed with a flying sword!"

Fang Yang knew that all psychic treasures could not take shape. Only psychic treasures, or more powerful spiritual treasures, could transform into shapes, and even derive spiritual weapon spirits, which would be almost as powerful as monks. There is even a monk's mind.

"This Blue Wind Continent's weapon refining technique seems really interesting."

"Hmph, my dazzling white tiger sword will kill you today!" Seeing Fang Yang's surprise, Guang Lie felt more likely to win, and his face became more murderous.

(Thank you everyone, Chapter 3 is here!)